This must surely be the saddest clothes drying rack in Christendom. We've had it for at least a decade and it seems we're incapable of getting rid of the blessed thing. Because it is such a sad object it now lives in the garden - where, of course, the pace of its deterioration has picked up considerably. But for some reason when I'm doing one of my regular eagle-eyed scans of the garden to identify things to go to the dump (woe betide any toy left outside when I'm on a dump scan) it always escapes. I fear there may be some sort of emotional attachment I'm reluctant to acknowledge for some deep-seated reason.
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